An empty tome begs for written words
But no words can be spoken
To describe the nothing;
The gnawing, aching empty.
A colorless moment
The maw if an endless chasm
Spread to infinity for as long as time allows.
It is not sad, it is not angry.
It is nothing.
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Author:
Rael (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I suffer from bipolar, and one of the things that really tends to bother me is that apathy that afflicts me from time to time. I'm an emotionally guided person, so it's frustrating to be shut off from something everyone relies on.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I love the simplicity of this poem it merely says what is . very effective
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